#theflamesthesword

[lawrussy]

I like your tags.

oh goodness, thank you~ its good to know that i can make someone happy from my humour ;~) 

[kansaskissedlips]

Whenever I need to write positive Sam-centric things, I come to this blog for help. I can see that you really love this character and it rubs off in positive ways. Thank you. A lot. I'm really happy you exist and that you write and have a blog and all that good shit. Helps me through the tough times, y'know? So, thanks. For everything.

Wow, thank you so much! This really means a lot - Sam is...amazing, and that character has inspired so much good in me.I'm glad the positivity shows through! :)))))

[maschinen-mensch]

Dear friend, your tags on the reblog of my Fiskley photoshoot made my day. I am so happy you enjoyed the pictures. My goal was to make people laugh, and I am overjoyed I succeeded on such a high level. Thank you. Sincerely, Fisk the Fish.

My friend, your Fiskley photoshoot is a thing of beauty beyond words. I thank you very much for your masterful work and the happiness it brought to this world. I wish you - Fisk the Fish and his crew - all the best!

[kingsyunwin]

theflamesthesword

“Yeah? What are ya lookin’ at, bruv?”

[depascatur-blog]

Raw Meat | closed rp

theflamesthesword

It had been a slow day. Everything had been slow. The deer herd; the bear; the rabbits, too. All dragging along and all boring. He had been stalking through the woods for hours, eating a few things here and there, but as usual his belly ached for more. He had only just crossed a ridge when he heard the cries.

The cries of a... child, perhaps? He stopped, ears perked up to listen. It was indeed a human child! In trouble from the sound of it. The wendigo rumbled quietly, taking to the trees in order to cover ground more easily. With his supernatural speed, it took him only a matter of minutes, though what he saw was rather unexpected.

It looked like an older human, but it stank of dead flesh, with wrinkled skin and a piggish nose. The child squirmed in its grasp, but the youth was no longer a focus here.

He let out a snarl as he attacked from above, catching the thing off guard and causing it to drop the child. The skin was tough, like thick leather, but Farley’s teeth cut through it like daggers. Dark blood welled up, spattering the grass and trees as the two struggled. By now the human child had retreated to a stand of nearby shrubs, thinking it safe, but the youth was ignored. The wendigo had a bigger prize now.

When the scuffle ended, he had only a few minor injuries, and his opponent was still, but alive. A large hole had been ripped from its torso, leaving it crippled and helpless. Farley rumbled softly, then settled into a crouch, tucking in to eat his bleeding meal.

[omaano]

#JUDGING YOU

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[peopleofgrass]

Literally My Michael

Someone: What gender are you?

Michael: *Scoffs* I got a crime syndicate to run. Ain't nobody got time fo dat.

[peopleofgrass]

GUESS WHAT THIS IS

Nicholas followed the staff of the new hospital through the process of admission yet again. He’d arrived at Westfield Mental Hospital earlier that morning after getting up even earlier to ride down from Wyoming State Behavioral Institute and he hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. It was about eight, and he was being sat down in the common area and told that he might miss breakfast because they might have forgotten to order a tray for the new patient that day. He wasn’t hungry though, so that was okay. He didn’t eat a lot, but that was also okay. He’d just wait until there was someone other in the room than the lone staff member to communicate with. He would actually try to find help this time. He would actually try to get better.